Our approach with having ‘the talk’ about the birds and the bees when it comes to our children is to always be honest with them but to also only give them what they are asking for. As a result Genghis is my 7 year old who knows that babies are made when sperm reaches an egg. However, he has no idea how said sperm reaches said egg. He never asked anymore than that so I never offered.
To be honest we went through an entire pregnancy when he was 5 and he never once asked how his sister got in there. He knew she was in my uterus, not my belly. He knew how she would come out. But he never asked how she got in there in the first place.
I have spent the last couple of days living in fear that at any second he is going to ask.
Miss Stalin has an ear infection so a quick trip to the doctor was needed. While in the examination room Genghis discovered a model of both a regular and an enlarged prostrate. A million and 5 questions seemed to follow. Everything from what is that? Where is it at in my body? What is it for? Why do only boys have one? And on and on.
Then it happened.
“Does the prostrate have something to do with that thing a boy puts in a girls body after they get married to make a baby?”
I was shocked. I wasn’t thinking clearly. In my anything but calm voice I said ‘A penis?’
He looked at me as though I had 5 heads at that moment. Said no, the thing that a boy adds to the egg to make a baby.
Oh, sperm. ‘No, the prostrate doesn’t make sperm.’
So now I keep waiting for it. I am sure the very moment I forget all about this instance will be the very moment he walks up and asks me why a boy would put his penis into a girl to make a baby.
My husband keeps teasing me saying I have robbed him of his innocence.
Why would anyone entrust me to raise a child? I have no idea what I am doing.